the beauty of service is the knowledge that you are useful, effective, and have a brother you didnt know existed. The burden, is to give away peace of mind, for good training, to see the same brother beside you when he pays the ultimate sacrifice. To know this memory will never go away, and never change the outcome. sometimes, and it is preferred this way, I am the one injured, and for a little time left on earth, I must deal with it. But to leave my brothers to fight without me, a guilt I cannot express in words. And when I return to the place I left, have it hit me, that it no longer home. Home is a safe place of my childhood memory, that has been stolen by war, training, and time away. The poet says, we can never go home...this man must have served too. But I return to the knowledge and am comforted. For a time, while on my watch, and while I served, no one I love at home was hurt or even in danger. No one was forced to bear my burden, no one had to carry my pack, walk my post, or serve for me. And in this great honor, I find solace and a little peace. God richly bless America. All who served her, and gave something that cannot be returned. But moreso, may God richly bless every American, for as long we claim God as our Lord, the nation has a sentry that never sleeps and never misses a watch. And never needs a reward, just knowing he loves us, and gave his life for us, is the goal of every serviceman, sailor, marine....on this glorious day, may God bless all who served, are serving, and all their close ones.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 11:37:01 +0000
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